Wednesday: Lies, Damned Lies and Statistics

[just-imriel.livejournal.com]

Happy Wednesday, All. just_imriel here.

Todays theme:  Lies, Damned lies and Statistics.

Little white ones and whoppers and everything in between.

Lies meant to hurt or meant to heal.  Lies even the liar begins to believe...

Let's have our favorite (or least favorite) characters prevaricate, dissemble, decieve, misdirect, evade, distort, defame, mislead, perjure, pervert, concoct, distract, dupe, eqivocate, exaggerate, fabricate, misinform, fib, fudge...

Ah, you get the picture. There's a reason there are so many synonyms...everyone does it.  Of course, whether they get away with it is up to you!

As always, our usual rules apply:

No spoilers in your prompts until at least a week after air date - and please remember the UK - US lag time for BBC.

Don’t forget to give us SPOILER ALERTS!!! and leave at least three spaces, where appropriate.

Please no more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 per fandom at a time. If someone responds to your prompt, you can prompt again.

Be kind to Codemonkeys, and write your prompts as fandom, pairing/pairing, prompt or fandom/fandom, pairing/pairing, prompt for crossovers. Like this:

Bones/NCIS, Boothe/DiNozzo, "We've never met."

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, "I'm not a thief."

RPS, JDM/Author's Choice, "I haven't missed you at all."

Last but not least, if none of this rings true, you can always look through our Lonely Prompts for inspiration. They won't steer you wrong. Honest.
 

Theme = LiarLiar
 

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[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, Arthur exaggerates a tale of daring adventure - Merlin knows the truth

[sasha-b.livejournal.com]

"...the beast was large, heavily scaled, and I swear to you, Morgana, it shook as we approached!"

A cock of the head and the glint in Arthur's eyes made Merlin hesitate as he passed by the crown prince and his rapt audience. The load of herbs he held were heavy, but Gaius could wait a moment.

This looked rather...interesting.

Gwen sat on the edge of the steps, her chin in her hand, a few stray pieces of hair dangling down her willowy neck, and Morgana stood by the window - Merlin's expressive face could not hide the smile that crossed it.

The King's ward was dressed exquisitely as she always was, and her arms were folded over her stomach as she nodded - politely - at Arthur's energetic words. The sun was just setting over the battlements, and the light caught the darkness of Morgana's curls and turned them to red fire. The type of red that glowed in coals or in the darkest embers of a nearly burnt-down log.

Merlin found himself staring at the young women, but Arthur's voice drew him as it always did, and he leaned against a column as the other man continued waving his hands and exaggerating.

"...twenty meters long! My knights had to hold me back from charging it of course, but it didn't take us long to corner the thing and wham!"

Gwen jumped and gasped in all the appropriate places; Morgana arched a regal eyebrow and pursed her fruit-pink lips. Merlin laughed to himself and shook his head as he turned and continued down the hall, Arthur's strong tone and deep voice echoing as he went.

That was the future king of the realm? The savior of Camelot and its environs?

Arthur was lucky Merlin knew and understood his destiny...and had a great love for the prince as well, despite Arthur's annoying behavior and his propensity for being a right prat.

Merlin could see Arthur's heart, and he knew it to be true and so much more than Uther had ever hoped for or had been himself. Why he chose to make up stories...well, Merlin would have to worm out of Arthur just how the heir to the throne really felt about the women he seemed to be trying to impress.

A shadow fell over Merlin's face as he crossed through the courtyard and made his way toward Gaius and dinner. He shivered and glanced about him, wondering if he'd forgotten something or someone, or if there was a hidden reason for his not being able to understand Arthur's motivations this time.

The eyes of the lady Morgana filled his brain suddenly, and Merlin hurried on, ignoring the sense of worry that accompanied her presence.

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Chuck & Ellie OR Morgan, You'd tell me if there was something wrong, wouldn't you?

[kohaku1977.livejournal.com]

RPS, RDJ/ Val Kilmer, You lying son of a bitch.

[wendyr.livejournal.com]

“You lying son of a bitch,” Val hissed, eyes trained on Robert, who had just walked through the front door.

“Hi, Val. Missed you too. Glad to be home.” Robert, for the life of him, couldn’t figure out what he’d done. Or hadn’t done. He racked his brain for anything that might have put Val in this kind of mood, but kept coming up empty.

“Well?” Val demanded, still eyeing Robert. His white-knuckled grip on the chair arms hadn’t relaxed in the least.

Robert sighed and sat down on the ottoman in front of Val. He still wasn’t sure what Val wanted: apology, explanation, something else entirely. He just wanted it over. His head ached horribly, his mouth was killing him, and his newly placed sutures were driving him crazy. “All right. I give up. What did I do?”

“What did you tell me the last time you damn near got killed on set?”

“That I wouldn’t do any more crazy shit that might get me killed on set…”

“So now Guy fucking Ritchie says ‘jump’ and you get punched in the mouth by some psychotic mutant freak –“

“Fuck. How the hell did you find out about that? And he’s not a psychotic mutant freak. He’s actually a nice guy. It was an accident.”

“You don’t work in Hollywood for as long as I have and not know somebody on pretty much every movie set going.”

“It was just a standard choreographed fight scene.”

“But you were hurt,” Val said softly, all the anger and all the fight drained out of him.

“Just a little cut, and a bruise…and the headache from hell, but I promise it was nothing major.”

“I’ll be glad when you’re done with this fucking movie. And when we’re out of this damn dreary country, and… oh hell…. I love you, now will you please stop trying to break your damn neck?”

“Love you too,” Robert whispered, reaching over to entwine his fingers with Val’s. “And you worry too much.”

“I know.” Val gave Robert’s hand a squeeze before releasing it and standing. “Rest. I’ll make you some dinner…. Something you can eat through a straw,” he teased.

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, How much of what you say is true, and how much is just heavenly propaganda?

probably not what you wanted...

[kristories.livejournal.com]

"You have to trust in the Lord, Dean" Castiel says. He's wearing his earnest Jimmy expression, which incidentally, looks like ever other expression Castiel tries to make.

"Trust in the Lord, I'm supposed to trust that this is God's plan?" Dean demands. He gestures, a sweeping gesture to draw attention to the entire left side of the livingroom he and Sam broke into, where they were too late to stop the breaking of a seal, to late to save the thirteen children lying in a row on the floor.

"Dean..." Sam says quietly from behind him but Dean isn't finished yet.

"Let me ask you this, Cas, if I'm supposed to be stopping this, and you're supposed to be helping me, then what the hell is this shit? Huh? You sure God's speaking to you?"

"Yes," Castiel says, his voice is firm and his expression is blanker that Dean's ever seen. Dean snorts, not a laugh, more a broken sound.

"Yeah, right," he says and shoulders into the angel on his way out the door. "You're a damned liar, Cas."

[chibifukurou]

Xena, Joxer/Ares, Joxer doesn't know Ares

[kseda.livejournal.com]

Tin Man, Glitch/author's choice, Glitch insists he's okay with not getting his brain back. Really. It's fine.

Kind of Man

[chibifukurou]

He tells them that he doesn't mind not getting his brain back. He's lying, but all he can think about is how much the others have done for him. He won't make them feel guilty for something they didn't cause and can't change.

It's not that he wants to be Ambrose again. He can't remember Ambrose enough to regret not being him. He just doesn't know what he'll do now. How can he take a mate or have children when there is a chance he won't remember them. What kind of man would he be if he ignored his shortcomings to get what he wanted. Ambrose might have been that kind of man, but Glitch was not.

[kseda.livejournal.com]

Tin Man, Azkadellia, the lengths gone to in order to conceal her possession

Patience

[oddsbobs.livejournal.com]

OMG HI! What am I doing here? I have other things to write! AND THERE'S SMUTTINESS, WHUT?

There were unique difficulties in possessing such a young body. Physical prowess was just the tip of the iceberg. (Though she had to admit, it was extremely frustrating being unable to lash out physically as well as magically. Some people needed a very tangible reminder of who was in charge.) The Witch realized how precarious the situation was early on. In order to take control of the O.Z., she needed followers. She could not get that support from people who still viewed her as a little girl. They needed to see that little girl become a young lady. They needed to accept that young lady as a woman to be reckoned with.

And so in the tense years between, when the power of the realm was still balanced on the tip of a pin, when she was still a Princess and her mother still Queen, Azkadellia played the role she was expected to play.

There were the parties she attended. Elaborate balls to simple luncheons, Azkadellia socialized as one expected a fifteen-year-old to do, picking up politically valuable acquaintances and loyal worshipers along the way. There were the books and the lessons – boring exercises that made her centuries of experience seem like the natural acquisition of knowledge.

Most importantly, there were the carefully crafted flirtations and liaisons. She whispered tempting endearments in select courtiers' eager ears. She allowed fumbling touches and breathless kisses. The ladies of the court would walk past her holding hands with a new young man and whisper with knowing smiles, ‘Our princess is becoming quite the young woman, don't you think?’ Gentlemen would see a disheveled maiden and the princess part ways, wink at each other, and think, ‘Not a little girl now, is she?’

She finally chose a polite man with a very promising career in the army. With every touch, she sighed. With every kiss, she shuddered. She acted slightly overwhelmed at the initial joining. ‘My first,’ she whispered, and suppressed a grimace at the look of wonder upon his face. She let him hold her and stroke her hair as if she were something delicate, that what she was giving him was something to treasure.

All the while she thought of scratches and bruises and bites and blood, pained gasps that begged for more, dozens of people who gave themselves over to her control so completely that they did not even feel her magic wrap tightly, hungrily around their hearts. She remembered every experiment, every twisted new lover, and an ache deep within that no person had ever been able to soothe.

[trinityday.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Sirius/James, it's hard keeping track of the lies

[trinityday.livejournal.com]

Pirates of the Caribbean, Jack/author's choice, using the truth to tell a lie

[perverseparagon.livejournal.com]

The rope bit deeply into the tender underside of Jack's wrist and his teeth snapped down on a groan. By morning they'd be rubbed raw if he so much as tried to move. Mind working furiously he looked up to catch Barbossa's eye,

"Don't you think this is a little excessive? We're on a ship full of you're crew in the middle of nowhere. Exactly where do you think I'm likely to go mate?"

"Jack," Barbossa drawled. "Don't play me for a fool, Jack. We both know you can cause more than enough mischief right here. You don't need to go anywhere at all to be a pain in my side." He emphasised his words with a sharp jab in Jack's ribs and this time he couldn't help the sound that escaped him.

"You know, that very nearly hurts, Hector." Jack chipped in when he caught his breath. The flash of anger that clouded Barbossa's eyes was the only warning he got. A vicious backhand across his face and Jack felt his lip split through the stinging shock. When he brought his head back up, he was smiling past the blood. "Now that on really does sting."

Barbossa growled, his foot coming up to connect with Jack's knee. As the chair toppled over, the air rushing past Jack's head, he cried out in pain and surprise. He'd goad Barboassa into dishing out more of it and if Jack too perverse pleasure in it he wasn't going to tell. It was all in the tone of his words, the smile on his lips and the rising heat in his bloodstream. Besides, he was reasonably sure the other man wanted it as much as he did and the dawn watch was a long way off yet.

[trinityday.livejournal.com]

Veronica Mars, Veronica/Lilly, the only lie she ever told her friend

[just-imriel.livejournal.com]

Bones/NCIS, Booth/DiNozzo, "We've never met."

Looking Forward To It, Bones/NCIS, Booth/DiNozzo, "We've never met."

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

“Have you met agent DiNozzo before?”

He smiled as he looked at the group of people before them. Bones was a little peeved at having to share her work with not only the FBI but with NCIS as well, but Booth was starting to see the advantages. Especially the way Gibbs treated agent DiNozzo.

“No, we’ve never met.”

Tony’s eyes lit up slightly at the lie, humor evident in the set of his shoulders. He didn’t figure the other man wanted to tell the others how he’d had him face down over his couch the night before, making him beg before he fucked him into oblivion. He really didn’t think they needed to know how he’d been on his knees in the shower that morning waking Tony up good and proper.

Gibbs nodded. “You two can get to know one another real well then because no one is going home until this is settled.”

DiNozzo rolled his eyes at his boss but when Gibbs glared at him, he shot Booth a smile. “Don’t worry boss. I’m looking forward to it. Really looking forward to it.”

[just-imriel.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, "I'm not a thief."

[just-imriel.livejournal.com]

RPS, JDM/Author's Choice, "I haven't missed you at all."

[tigriswolf]

Charlie Bartlett/Psych, Charlie/Shawn, bullshitting

[tigriswolf]

Leverage, team, “So many players, you’d think it was a ballgame; it’s every man for himself—there are no teammates. This life gets lonely when everybody wants something. A slap in the face, but they’ll get theirs eventually.” (Pink)

Leverage, team, All You Need To Know

[trillianastra.livejournal.com]

(mostly Hardison. Could be Hardison/Parker if you squint.)

Sometimes, on the nights when sleep eludes him, Alec sits up and thinks. About his life, the team, everything. On the good nights, he counts his blessings, knowing that they’re doing good, and that he has real friends with him. On the bad nights, he wonders how close the team really is. After all, Nate is always insisting that he’s not a thief, that this is just ‘until he gets back on track’, as if he could ever go back to normal life now, and Sophie acts like everyone’s mother sometimes, but after the fiasco with Blackpoole he’s always wondered exactly what else she’s keeping from them. Eliot is as bad, never talking about himself, though all it takes to know that the man has demons is to look into his eyes. As for Parker… well, it speaks volumes that there’s more evidence for the existence of ‘Alice’, her old cover identity, than there is for whoever-the-hell Parker used to be. And – not sparing himself from his analysis – he knows that he hasn’t been completely open with the others, either.

No, he decides, none of them really knows all that much about the others. That worries him, because they’re supposed to be a team. Teams work best when the people in them know each other well, and they barely know each other at all. Any one of them could be hiding anything, and that could be something bad, something that could break them up and put most, or all, of them in jail.

It doesn’t help that they all seem to want different things. Eliot wants to be able to control his pent-up rage. Parker seems to be interested only in money, explosives and freedom, not necessarily in that order, and god only knows what Nate and Sophie really want out of life. He can’t help the feeling that they’re all keeping each other at arm’s length, and he doesn’t like it.

“You’re still up.”

He looks up to see Parker, in the middle of entering through the now-open window.
“What are you doing here?”
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“Same here.”
“You look like you were thinking about something.”
“I was. I was thinking that we don’t know anything about each other. And not just us… the whole team. We don’t talk about ourselves. We keep too many secrets.”
Parker frowns. “So?”
“We’re not being honest with each other.”
“Why would you want to know all the little facts about someone? It’s just facts. I know what I need to know about you guys. I know that you’re my team and I can trust you. What else is there?”
“You… yeah, you have a point there.”
“Great,” she grins, “got any sodas?”

[johnboy91719.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, statistics say that having sex multiple times a day is good for your health

Not exactly what you wanted probably, but...

[daria234.livejournal.com]

John would be back any minute, Sam knew. He had to find a way to reverse the spell that had transformed Dean into a 5-year-old hiding under the bed.

"Hey, Dean?" he called, "Don't be scared. My name is Sam, and I'm sorry about all this, but I'm going to get you back to normal."

"Stay away from me or I'll shoot you!" the boy called out, "And then when I'm done, my dad's gonna shoot you again!"

John walked in then and looked perplexed to find Sam crouched down next to the motel bed, looking under it. "What's going on?" he said.

Hearing his voice, Dean crawled out the far side of the bed and ran to him, saying "Dad! Dad!"

"Dean!?? What the hell did you do to yourself?"

Dean's eyes watered and his little face scrunched up. "It wasn't me, Dad," he said, pointing to Sam, "the big scary monster did it."

[celticfaerie2.livejournal.com]

Dark Blue, Dean, Don't know the truth from the lies anymore

[alldunn.livejournal.com]

The bottle of alcohol swings from his numb fingers. It is empty, so he pays it no attention as it falls and rolls across the floor. Good thing he had sank off the edge of the bed onto the floor himself. Dean is not rerally sure when that happened, but is not concerned. It happens often enough he stopped paying caring.

Dean remembers when things were so crytal clear. He was the good guy and his job was to catch the bad guys and keep the world safe from them. That line blurred a long time ago and is miles behind him. The things he has seen, the things he has done. Is there really such a thing as the good guys and the bad guys.

Dean chuckles soulessly as he presses the palm of his hands to the ridge of bone above his eyes. Something got fucked up somewhere. The world flipped upside down and he cannot tell the truth from his own lies anymore.

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Sam/Ruby, “I drank your poison ‘cause you told me it was wine.” (Pink)

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean or John/Dean, “I make believe that you are here/It’s the only way I see clear/What have I done?/You seem to move on easy” (Britney Spears)

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, We're going to get through this.

Pyschopomp

[neierathima.livejournal.com]

Merlin (Merlin/Arthur), Supernatural (Sam/Dean), SGA (John/Rodney)

Warnings: Deathfic Nothing explicit but oh is it implied. Also some obscure mythology (Celtic, Christian and Roman in that order)


Arthur put his arms around Merlin, careful of the warlock's painfully thin frame. He pressed a kiss to Merlin's lips, trying to burn the image of sightless eyes flashing gold into his memory.

"Just like any other day, right?"

"Exactly. And don't think this gets you off polishing my armor tomorrow."

The smoke around him smelled of applewood and fresh hay. He turned his face towards the balcony, holding his father's gaze until the flames between them rose too high to see.

----

Sam flicked through the research: newspaper clippings, printouts, pages torn from books. Occasionally he'd scratch a note onto one of the papers.

"So I think I have the ritual worked out, we just need to get the ingredients and perform it before the end of the solstice," he said without bothering to look at his brother.

"That's great Sammy. We'll be there in no time."

He let his hand drop to the seat between them, smiling as a moment later Sam absently dropped his own hand on top of it. In the rearview mirror shadows stretched like black wings behind the car. Dean turned his eyes back to the road ahead and the fires burning in the distance.

----

John peered around the doorway. He couldn't see them yet but the sound of the Wraith approaching echoed faintly through the corridor. Walking across the room to the other exit he looked down the hallway. More debris, a thin layer of ash already coating the walls and several of inches of salt water on the floor.

"Rodney. Let's go."

Rodney turned from the interface that was still sparking intermittently.

"John. I just need a few more minutes, I can get it working I swear."

John jerked his head towards the corridor.

"It's time to go Rodney."

Rodney nodded, abandoning his tablet and picking up his pack. He eyed the dark hallway suspiciously.

"I really think the other door would be a better option."

John smirked.

"Nah. This way'll be more fun. Trust me."

He headed down. Rodney followed.

[tigriswolf]

Star Trek reboot, Bones & any Karl Urban role, “Whose is the face in the mask?” (Phantom of the Opera)

Holo decks and Love

[chibifukurou]

Bones had fallen in love with the holo deck. It was the knewest creation by Starfleet to make shipboard life bettter, and the Enterprise was to be its testing ground.

When he'd first used it he'd tried out tons of sims. In the end he'd fallen in love with three in particular. It wasn't the same as having real world experiences, but after being abandoned by all those he'd loved, it was nice to have people care for him.

When he'd finished his work, he'd go back to one of the other worlds and was free. At least for a while. When he was with Riddick he was taken care of. Protected but free to fight and kill. When he was with Jason they could go anywhere, be anyone, do anything. It was nice to be free of the ship for a while and he always had fun with Jason. Finally with Legolas he found acceptance. The great battles had already been fought there, now there was only peace.

He knows he shouldn't use the holodeck so much. He was after all supposed to be making sure that there were no side effects from using the holodeck not overusing it himself, but the fact that no one even noticed his using the deck much less overusing it only made him want to use it more. At least inside the sims he was wanted.

[tigriswolf]

Harry Potter, Harry/Draco, mirror of erised

[momma-66.livejournal.com]

*AN - This wasn't supposed to be so mushy, but damn the mushy muse. This is also the first thing I've written in this fandom in years. Hope the characterization wasn't too buggered.

The mirror had to be lying or broken or it wasn't wasn't actually the Mirror of Erised. Draco told himself that over and over again as he sat night after night in front of the mirror watching himself and Potter. Potter, the damned thing showed him Potter. He was going to die in front of this mirror trying to figure out what it was that he wanted from Potter, because Draco would be damned if he ever admitted it was the boy-who-lived.

"Damn it," he mumbled. It wouldn't be so puzzling but they never did anything. They sat there next to each other and did nothing. Sometimes Potter would give him that goofy smile and lean against him but nothing else.

Draco was beginning to spend an increasingly amount of time watching him during the day hours too. In the Great Hall talking to his mudblood and dirt poor friends, in Potions as he meticulously cut ingredients and read the texts giving to them by Snape. Draco had even started to sneak off to the Quidditch field and watch the Gryfindors practice.

It was becoming a problem and he vowed to never set foot in the room that the mirror was being kept; that worked for all of a week.

Draco found himself back in the room sitting in front of the mirror. Potter was there with him, sitting next to him, smiling. He thought of breaking it and just being done with the non-sense that this was. The more he thought about it the better the idea seemed so he drew his wand and prepared to fire a spell.

He found his wand lowered right before he could cast and his head snapped around to stare at the one who dared stop him.

"What are you doing here?" he spit at Potter and wrenched away from him.

Potter raised an eyebrow and looked into the mirror, "honestly?" Draco snorted 'honest' wasn't something he'd done all year, since this- this nightmare had begun. "Wondering what has been bringing you back to this room for months now."

He knew the face he was making was unbecoming of a Malfoy, jaw slacked and eyes bugged, but Potter knew he'd been coming to gaze at the mirror for months. "Do you get off on watching people Potter?" Draco hissed to deflect the attention those green eyes were baring down on him.

"No," Potter looked into the mirror before turning fully to him. "What do you see?"

He opened his mouth, a lie about seeing himself at the right hand of his father or some other bullshit, but he slowly closed it. Draco had been lying to himself for months now, "I see you," he said when he finally found the courage, "I see you with me."

There was that smile he'd seen a thousand times in the mirror and truly it did the real thing no justice. "Interesting," Harry murmured.

"What?" he was quickly on the defensive again. "What do you see, you and your friends being fawned over?" Couldn't the stupid boy just leave him alone to wallow in his embarrassment.

Harry turned to him, "I see you," he said and pulled Draco to him. Draco was taller and Harry had to reach up to touch his lips to the Slytherian's but with a hand wrapped around the back of Draco's neck he pulled him down and made it easier on both of them.

The mirror wasn't a lair or broken and if it really wasn't the Mirror of Erised it didn't matter. Draco had still gotten his hearts desire.

[antares04a.livejournal.com]

SG-1, Jack/Daniel, "General, aliens made us do it."

Silliness with Jack and Daniel

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"Seriously, Daniel? You thought the General would believe that aliens made us do it?"

"What else was I supposed to say?"

"How about you were compelled by the overall hotness that is me?"

"Yeah, Jack, I think my answer was a little more believable."

"Funny, Daniel. Real funny."

"What's the problem Jack? It's not even really a lie."

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't you remember? That first time?"

"Of course. We were in the doctor's office after a training exercise."

"Yeah," said Daniel, getting closer to Jack and running his hands on Jack's jacket,"And we comforted each other, and tended to each other's bruises."

"Yeah, I remember," Jack said, breathing a little heavier.

"Well, if Teal'c hadn't kicked our asses in the training exercises, it never would have happened."

Jack thought about it and smiled. "Yeah, I guess you're right Daniel. Damn aliens."

[antares04a.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Rodney "I'm not interested in a threesome with Ronon"

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

"You are such a liar," John drawled, smirking as Rodney's face went from faintly red to blazing, obnoxiously, utterly red.

"I am not!" Rodney squawked. "I don't know where you're getting this!"

"Oh, I don't know," John said, eyeing Rodney's very tented out pants, "maybe plain sight."

"Stop that!" Rodney snapped, putting his hands over his groin. "For the last time, I'm not interested in a threesome with Ronon."

"Too bad," Ronon said, coming into the labs and smirking at both of them. "Would have been fun."

"There's no way I'm letting Conan here at my ass," Rodney snarled, backing off despite the way his pulse picked up.

"Who said you were getting it?" Ronon said, putting one of his hands on the back of John's neck and squeezing just right.

John groaned, letting his eyes shut and his head loll back at just the right angle to stretch his neck out. Ronon rumbled something wordless, bending over to capture John's lips, kissing him fiercely. John let Ronon capture his wrists, his pants getting so tight that he thought he was cutting off circulation. Rodney's whine echoed through the blessedly empty labs.

"Both of us at once?" Rodney asked, his voice strained.

"Yeah," Ronon said, releasing John's lips.

"Please?" John asked, panting as he looked at Rodney.

"All right but we're taking the proper precautions and making sure you're ready for it first," Rodney said, already taking charge. "Come on, come on. We'll go to my room and use my supplies."

"Pushy," Ronon commented, giving John a hand up.

"As if you don't like that," John commented, grinning at Ronon. Ronon grinned back, squeezing John's ass. "Oh yeah, this is going to be great!"